Male God, a Little Su

Then, he strode into the box.

He didn't even look at the man lying on the ground.

Su Yan's wrist was held without warning, she was stunned for a moment and looked back. Then she met a pair of deep and dark eyes, she looked at the deep chill inside, and shrank her shoulders inexplicably.

"Lu, Mr. Lu, why are you here?"

"Come to see your hero save beauty."

Lu Jingming smiled, and it seemed that the clouds were light.

However, holding Su Yan's hand, she almost crushed her wrist.

"cough……"

Su Yan lowered her eyes uncomfortably and whispered, "If I said that these people drank too much and self-harmed, I didn't do it, would you believe it?"

Lu Jingming pursed his lips, his expression gloomy.

Nodding, "Letter."

In the next second, he picked up Su Yan, turned around and walked out of the box.

During this period, he passed by a man in a black suit with a handsome face who looked somewhat similar to Meng Baoer.

Lu Jingming's voice was cold, "I'll leave it to you here."

"Yanyan—" Meng Bao'er choked, dragged her brother's clothes and looked at Su Yan who was carried away.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll go first clam."

Su Yan waved her paws at Meng Baoer and moved her body uncomfortably.

The next second, the little pp was hit.

"I……"

"Huh?" Lu Jingming raised his eyebrows, his voice cold.

Depend on--

Su Yan forcibly held back the dirty word.

When going downstairs, Su Yan found that there were many people in black guarding the store, and even at the entrance of the store, there were several big men guarding there.

Check in and out.

When Lu Xiao came out of the dance floor, he saw a familiar figure with a girl on his shoulders and strode towards the door.

He rubbed his eyes and said in a trance, "md, can't you?"

Afraid that he was wrong, he slapped himself hard, shook his head and looked in the direction just now, and found that the place was empty and the familiar figure had long since disappeared.

Lu Xiao heaved a sigh of relief.

"I just said... How could Uncle come to such a place!"

In Lu Xiao's mind, Lu someone, who could never come to such a place, opened the car door and stuffed Su Yan inside.

Then I got into the car, and the car roared away like a roaring beast.

Su Yan moved her lips, "Mr. Lu, you—"

"To shut up."

Su Yan: "..."

All the way back to the apartment, he entered Lu Jingming's house again.

Su Yan moved her buttocks and was rather restless.

She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at the man who had taken off his suit jacket, slowly pulled off his tie, and rolled his shirt cuff to his elbow.

He jumped up and ran towards the door.

Halfway through the road, Lu Jingming was quick-witted and scooped it back.

Lu Jingming frowned, "What are you running for?"

Su Yan hummed, "Don't run and wait for your domestic violence?!"

I hit her just now—

"Domestic violence?" Lu Jingming smiled, the word was fresh.

He picked up Su Ro in half with one hand and put it into the chair to sit down.

The man is tall and condescending, like a mountain. A thick shadow covered Su Yan's head.

"Su Yan, let's talk."

Lu Jingming didn't sit down, he rested his big palms on the table, his back arched slightly, tapped the table, and looked at Su Yan.

"Talk, talk about what..."

Maybe Lu Jingming's aura was too strong, and Su Yan only dared to tease him in the game.

In reality, it has always been the norm.

Yes, Su Yan had long known that Lu Jingming was the boss of the live broadcast room.

After all, those who dare to use their real names as game IDs are not afraid of losing their horses. Su Yan has never seen a few.

Lu Jingming is one of them.